Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 299 Crushing Mingdu
"Give up the futile struggle."

Qian Gu Die Ting descended the steps through the void, the tip of his dragon-coiled staff dripping with the blood of the Hu Yan family patriarch. "From the moment my lord gave the order, you should have understood—"

His words were interrupted by a sudden spatial fluctuation.

The dome of the Parliament building suddenly shattered, and amidst the scattering of crystal shards, four figures slowly descended. The elder at the head was clad in a white robe adorned with stars and moon, and held a scepter inlaid with gems that shone with the interplay of the sun and moon.

The moment the scepter touched the marble floor, nine golden ripples spread across the ground. Every Soul Master present felt their Martial Soul tremble, and even the electronic eyes of the mechanical armor flickered with chaotic red light.

"The Guardian Douluo of the Sun and Moon Federation?"

Qian Gu Die Ting narrowed his eyes, his dragon-patterned staff held horizontally in front of his chest. He sensed that the soul power fluctuations of these four suddenly appearing elders had all reached the level of a level 95 Super Douluo. In particular, the white-robed elder at the head of the group had a nine-star badge pinned to his chest that emitted a star-like light in the dark.

"There are still quite a few old bones."

A cold snort echoed from the swarm of ice gliders, and Huo Tian Shu's projection suddenly appeared above the battlefield. His body, formed from data streams, looked down at the four Guardian Douluos, "Sleeping for a hundred years, have you come out to be buried with the old era?"

The white-robed elder ignored the mockery and lightly tapped the ground with his scepter. Countless starlight flowed from the gem at the tip of the scepter, outlining intricate star patterns on the steps of the building. As the pattern was completed, a waterfall of light, like the Milky Way, suddenly cascaded down from the collapsed dome, enveloping an area of ​​a thousand meters in dazzling starlight.

"Starry Domain?"

Qian Gu Die Ting's pupils contracted slightly. The legendary quasi-god-level domain left behind by the first Speaker of the Sun Moon Federation was etched into the Federation headquarters, the heart of Mingdu, at the last moment of his life. It could grant allied Soul Masters within its range absolute defense for a short period. Just as the mecha force's Soul Guidance Cannons struck those senators who were faintly visible amidst the starlight, they vanished silently like pebbles thrown into a deep pool.

"We are willing to surrender, but could you please refrain from indiscriminate killing of innocent people?"

The white-robed elder ignored the group of councilors behind him who seemed to have grasped at a straw, and instead, with pleading eyes, his aged voice emanated through the Starshine Domain.

"The federal congressmen are guilty of heinous crimes and must be tried."

The projection of Huo Tian Shu paced in the air, and wherever the mechanical fingertips passed, the data stream condensed into the phantom of the scales of judgment. "As for the common people, the Lord has already decreed: those who surrender will not be killed."

A sharp, shattering sound, like glass breaking, suddenly echoed within the Starshine Domain. Everyone looked up and saw spiderweb-like cracks appearing at the top of the domain, with hexagonal alchemical matrices seeping in from them. Each matrix fragment was floating with purple runes, from which tiny nanomechanical insects constantly emerged.

"stop!"

The white-robed elder's scepter erupted with blinding light, its nine spirit rings flashing in alternating patterns, chanting, "Eternal Starlight—"

His soul skill incantation abruptly stopped. The nanobots that had invaded the area suddenly self-destructed en masse, but instead of sparks, they exploded into a strange, eerie blue data turbulence.

Data turbulence pierced the Starlight Domain like thorns, shattering starlight inch by inch in its path. The white-robed elder, who was struggling to maintain the domain, suddenly groaned and looked down in disbelief—the Sun and Moon Gems on his scepter were dimming at a visible speed, as if countless invisible mouths were devouring energy.

"This is impossible."

His aged face rapidly deteriorated as the starlight dissipated, and unsightly brown age spots began to appear on his once rosy skin. Even more terrifying were the three Guardian Douluos behind him; the spirit rings on their Martial Soul True Bodies were disappearing at a rate of one per second, like neon lights being unplugged.

"You've noticed, haven't you?"

The projection of Huo Tian Shu flickered to the crack in the domain, and a mechanical finger pinched a piece of starlight that was still struggling. "This kind of domain formed by borrowing the power of stars is essentially a kind of energy programming." The starlight in the palm was suddenly covered by some kind of purple energy body and quickly collapsed into a digital model.

The holographic projection clearly demonstrates the compositional principle of the Starry Sky Realm—those seemingly mysterious starlight are nothing more than highly ordered aggregates of soul power.

“And my ‘energy-devouring matrix’ loves to consume this kind of well-organized energy structure.”

For researchers like Huo Tian Shu, every world has its own ingenious operating rules. Understanding these rules is like opening Pandora's box, allowing them to grasp the essence of everything in that world.

Just like Chen Zhou, he attempted to travel to different time and space in order to understand the essence of power in each time and space universe, thereby constantly getting closer to the "Gate of Truth".

As Huo Tian Shu closed his five fingers, the Starry Domain exploded like a popped soap bubble.

The shockwave ripped through the remaining glass windows of the parliament building, sending the four Guardian Douluos crashing into the rear pillars like kites with broken strings. The white-robed elder's scepter clattered to the ground, the Sun and Moon Gem shattering in two, revealing the carbonized soul guide core within.

Suddenly, Qian Gu Die Ting's coiled dragon staff swept across, its shadow transforming into a roaring black dragon that sent two Soul Douluos who attempted a sneak attack flying. He stepped on the white-robed elder's chest, squinting at the councilors who were crawling up from the ruins not far away: "Want to continue?"

As if in response to his question, a deafening roar of engines echoed across the sky above Mingdu. Looking up, everyone saw three aerial fortresses, each thousands of meters long, descending, their massive shadows looming over the entire Capitol Hill. The armor at the base of the fortresses slowly opened, revealing a honeycomb-shaped array of cannons, each muzzle gathering crimson energy that distorted space itself.

"three minutes."

The projection of Huo Tian Shu descended to the same height as the councilors, its mechanical eyes flowing with cold data. "Either come out in shackles, or vaporize with this building—choose."

Broken metal debris was everywhere, and the reservoir that had once served as the city hall fountain was now filled with parts of soul-guided devices. A half-melted mecha skeleton was stuck diagonally in the center of the fountain, with broken hydraulic pipes hanging like intestines on the water's surface, bubbling with a mixture of oil and blood.

But nobody cares about these things anymore.

The three-minute countdown before Huo Tian Shu's holographic projection disappeared tolled like a death knell in everyone's ears.

The councilors exchanged bewildered glances, some taking a few steps back, others already trembling as they reached for their necks—where hung the crests pendants symbolizing their family's glory. No one doubted the devastating firepower of the three aerial fortresses; even the Federation's most advanced soul-guided detection devices couldn't decipher the energy levels condensed at the cannon muzzles.

"us."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer forced out a broken, gasping sound: "We can negotiate."

He was met with a soft laugh.

Suddenly, the dragon-carved staff of the Ancient Pavilion extended, its tip lifting the jingling medal chain on the Minister of Finance's chest. Through the pupils of the black dragon relief on the staff, one could see fine beads of cold sweat seeping from the man's obese neck.

　Today we'll cover the basics in two chapters, plus the four chapters we still owe, making a total of six chapters.

　　All six chapters have been updated.

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